Bliss

This was written for a poetry class I took about 10 years ago. We had to write a “found poem.” This meant we had to find a block of text, then edit out half the words and add back in no more than 5 words. I took verses from the Song of Solomon, from the Old Testament. My mother had recalled that when she was a girl in Catholic school, they were not allowed to read this book in the Bible because it was deemed “naughty.”

Bliss

Lying with him,
my perfume fills the air.
My lover lies with me,
his head upon my breasts.
His eyes shine,
filled with love.
He is handsome,
his touch delights me.
My lover is wild,
his passion is beautiful.
The green grass becomes our bed;
The tall cedars, our house.
We are wild outdoors.
I am wild in love.
For him.